Chapter Eight-Epilogue

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The Assassin was tired.

He'd had overslept.

The serving-girls attended to his needs.

"Are you bored, Sir?".

"Nay, I'm thinking".

And, as he did so, they snuggled in his bed, as he dreamt of murdering the Queen of Thorpe Hall. But, for now, deflowering two village girls was his only pleasure in Scotland.

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TO BE CONTINUED...

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